[The whisper is faint, and in his distracted state, almost missed. He was just so engrossed in showing her how he felt, his fingers entangled in her hair now, that he had not been paying attention. That she was accepting him right now just amplified his feelings, and he found it difficult to give either of them a pause.
Until a sound echoing up from downstairs made it to his ears, and he pulled slowly away, putting his forehead against hers as he breathed, and smiled.] Oy, that was...